What is this relationship between Spock and me? Is it like the Corsican brothers? Even when miles apart one felt the pain when the other was injured! Empathy. Maybe that’s the answer. But there’s a difference. The Corsican brothers could exist in two different places at the same time. Spock and I cannot.

And it’s more complicated than that. Perhaps worse than that. The question is is, without Spock, who am I? Do I, or would I, exist at all without him? And without me, who is he? I suspect he might do better without me than I without him. That bothers me. Or more accurately,

Recently I sat with a group of actors I’d just met. We talked of theatre, plays, TV,characters.Good talk. And then as I was leaving one of the actresses said, “Leonard, we loveyou.” I smiled and I was warmed. I said, “Thank you” but I wanted to add, “I’ll tell him when Isee him.”…

SPOCK: Tell her I accept her compliment, emotional though it may be.

NIMOY: What compliment?

SPOCK: She said they love me.

NIMOY: That is not what she said. She specifically said, “Leonard, we love you.” And I know there’s nothing wrong with your hearing!

SPOCK: If you’re so certain of her intent, why are you becoming agitated?

NIMOY: That’s ridiculous. Every time I’m paid a compliment you grab it away. You grab it up for yourself!

SPOCK: Would she have paid you that compliment if not for me?

NIMOY: No!

SPOCK: Then how can you claim it for your own?

You see what I mean?

I am not Spock.

But I’m close to him. Closer than anyone. How much closer can two people be than to stand in the same body, occupy the same space?